by The First Shawn
originally published at 04:07PM on Wednesday, March 07, 2007

I knew she was trouble the moment her silhouette slid across the dusty glass of my office door. I’m a private eye. I’m used to trouble. But being around her made you ask a lot of questions of yourself. After a while, you can predict trouble. Questions, though, sneak around you and jump you from the side while you’re looking at what you thought was the most important thing in the world.




  • from PixelFish:

    Hey, I tried to continue your ficlet, but for some reason it posted as a completely new ficlet and not a sequel.

    Sorry ‘bout that…..